Chapter 7: Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
"Emma? Are you awake?"
"Mmm," the blonde mumbled burrowing further into the sheets. It was way too early and she didn't need to open her eyes to know that.
"Happy anniversary, darling."
Emma rolled over and cracked an eyelid. She beamed. "Is that today?" she teased. "Well you know what that means."
"Emma Swan, you will not have my car towed again. It wasn't even funny the second time, let alone the fifth. Or, now, the sixth."
Emma snuggled into the soft, naked skin of the woman she loved and wrapped an arm sleepily over her bare stomach, tickling it with her finger tips. "We have to honor our traditions. Your Merc being towed brought us together. So yeah, you'd better make alternative travel plans today. And I'll have to get busy in the kitchen whipping up my fab apology feast."
She leaned forward and nipped Regina's bare shoulder and began to nibble down her side, pausing to ask: "So you want sticky date again?"
Regina snorted. "How do you always manage to make that sound so dirty? Every anniversary, without fail."
"Yeah, yeah, you love it when I give you sticky date," Emma purred, infusing the two words with a ridiculous degree of innuendo. "So stop your bitching, Madam Mayor."
Regina rolled her eyes in the semi darkness. "I have no idea why I put up with you."
"Mm, yes you do." Emma's fingers slid past Regina's hip and then slid lower. "It'll come to you any second."
"You really are incorrigible, dear," the brunette said, but her breath hitched and her hips bucked when Emma's fingers hit their target. "Oh god," Regina squeaked.
Emma grinned into Regina's shoulder. God how she loved it when the mayor made that particular undignified sound. She heard breathing deepening under her and turned her nibbles and bites into sensuous licks as she headed for breasts that were begging for attention. Her fingers, meanwhile, began to swirl and dip, skidding into territory that usually rapidly undid her lover.
Sure enough, it took only three more thrusts, hearing one "Oh my God, don't stop, right there", and a sharp nipple suck for Regina to come with a surprised cry, her back snapping up in a perfect bow.
Regina sagged with a satisfied sigh against the blonde.
"Well?" Emma asked softly as she scooped her gently into her arms. "Can I?"
"Yes Sheriff Swan, by all means," Regina drawled. "Today, yet again," she said with a long-suffering, exasperated sigh, "You may have my Mercedes towed. For old time's sake."
Emma grinned into the skin beneath her lips and gave her a loud, smacking kiss. "Thanks for putting up with me. And, hey, I really love you."
The other woman humphed, but then Emma distinctly heard a soft murmur against her neck. "There'd damned well better be some sticky date pudding in this for me."
Emma's body shook with laughter.
There was a tiny pause and then, even quieter, she heard mumbled: "Happy anniversary, Emma. I love you, too. Just try not to burn down the kitchen."
